Watch Me | By : bleedingink Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 2365 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: An alternate version of The Search For Alpha Trion. ~_^
Watch Me
by NightOwl
With Optimus Prime suspended above a pit of acid and Elita-One in the clutches of his subordinates, everything seemed to be going well for the Decepticon Second-in-Command. Then again – why not squeeze out every last bit of pleasure from this beautiful victory? Starscream glanced to their more appealing captive and his triumphant smirk turned to that of a malicious leer.
“Please, Starscream! Let Optimus go!” she pleaded.
The seeker made his way over to Prime’s beloved Elita and firmly cupped her chin; “Keep begging, woman,” he sneered, “It’s music to my audios!” This earned several chuckles from the surrounding Decepticons, and the femme commander sunk even further into the strong grip of her captors. “I’ll do anything… Just let him live…”
“Anything?” Starscream inquired wistfully, more to himself than to her. And she gave a sullen nod of her helm, never once looking up to her mate for fear of seeing the hurt in those cerulean optics. After taking a quick moment to mull over the idea, the air commander ordered the others to guard the entrance, leaving him alone with the two Autobots. “I will let your little boyfriend go, on one condition…” he started, lifting her chin once more with the barrel of his arm-mounted weapon.
“Elita! Don’t!”
“Shut up, Prime!” retorted the seeker.
Starscream then pulled the femme to her feet.
“You will pleasure me, Autobot… In front of Optimus Prime.” Optimus continued to struggle against his binds, optics wide with panic; “Elita!” The white jet growled, annoyed at the Prime’s constant pleas. And to keep the winged mech from taking back his offer and subsequently murdering her one-true love, Elita-One grasped his dark helm and pressed her lips to his own – much to Optimus Prime’s dismay.
Parting, she whispered; “Let’s make this quick.” Starscream narrowed his optics. “Oh, my dear, we’re doing this my way.” He shoved the femme to her knees and unlatched his codpiece, sparing a fleeting glance in Optimus’ direction. Simply carrying out such an act within his presence – and with his own mate! – was pleasurable enough. Just wait until I have her screaming my name, he mused.
As the female inched closer, Starscream lifted his null ray to her helm, threatening to blow out her CPU if she tried anything stupid. His spike had already extended from its housing, and Elita-One found herself transfixed upon the sizeable appendage. It was bigger than, well… She peeked over at Optimus before taking the base within her small hand and drew the tip to her lips. Starscream couldn’t suppress a sigh as she worked the phallus to a full erection.
“Yes,” he hissed, bringing his hand to one of the protrusions of her elaborate cranium. She took in inch by inch, slowly massaging the thick steel with her glossa. With the head caressing her throat, Elita-One began to suck at the base as if wanting to swallow it completely. And Starscream – oh, his knees were close to buckling as the sensations coursed through his body. ”Oh, yes… Optimus, she’s… she’s so wonderful…” Subtle whimpers soon followed as the femme started to slide her lips over the rod; back and forth, the tip of her glossa trailing along the underside.
“Un… E-Enough!” He wrenched her away from his spike. “As much as I enjoyed that sweet mouth of yours, I long for something more…” The seeker trailed off, his gaze snaking its way down her torso to settle at the junction between her thighs. From afar, Optimus Prime gasped: “Starscream! You can’t! She’s…” Starscream cocked an optic ridge at the Autobot leader, a smirk slowly forming. And as if on cue, Elita-One removed her pelvic armor to reveal her most intimate part to her Decepticon captor.
She was doing this for Optimus.
As long as he was all right… Nothing else mattered.
The scent that greeted Starscream’s olfactory sensors was absolutely irresistible. Lubricant lined her inviting valve – the sheer sight causing the seeker’s spike to twitch with anticipation. Even the Prime was a little affected by his mate’s unique smell. But it was her submissive behavior that had the Decepticon so entranced. Elita was quickly hauled over to a nearby console and pinned firmly upon her back by the larger Cybertronian. “Take a good look at her, Prime!” he chortled, successfully keeping her squirming form at bay, “Watch as I fill her virgin port – something you’ll never have the pleasure of doing!”
He waited for Optimus’ response, but nothing came.
Grinning, he returned his attention to the wriggling female beneath him. ”And as for you…” He could feel the involuntary shudder run through her body as the head of his spike brushed her opening. “Primus, I think I’ll fuck you senseless.” He applied pressure, the taut ring of wires dilating, preparing to take the length. Elita offlined her optics, feeling her lower half tingle with unwanted pleasure. “O-Optimus…” she whimpered.
Starscream glared down at the femme then; ”It’s STARSCREAM! You will say MY name, you wretched Autobot bitch!” And, with that, he pressed forward forcefully, completely sheathing his spike within her tight valve; and she screamed in pain, feeling her meshed wires stretch to accommodate his massive size. He tightened his hold upon her arms, each thrust jerking her body upward onto the console. Optimus tried to block out the sounds – her body hitting the metallic surface, his thick length slipping into her slick heat. It would’ve been easier to just turn off his audios, but… something was compelling him to remain aware of this indecent act.
The seeker watched her face intently as her features went from pain to pleasure and back to pain. Elita hated to admit that she was actually enjoying it, a soft trill of delight threatening to escape her vocalizer as the phallus scraped against the many sensor nodes within her interface chamber. “…S-Starscream…” she murmured under her breath. Starscream leaned closer, purposely brushing his lips against her throat; “Louder.” Elita inclined her head, giving better access. “Starscream!”
Optimus looked on with sorrowful optics as the female commander arched her back, finally tearing her hands away from the jet’s grasp only to take hold of his shoulders; and her thighs wrapping around his narrow waist, drawing him in with hungry abandon. “Starscream… I’m…” He felt her insides clench tightly around his swelling spike, fully supporting her warning. And with a cruel snicker, he straightened himself to get a better look at the femme as he continued to vigorously pound her writhing chassis.
Elita then tossed her helm back and screamed his name, a flood of lubricant rushing out to coat the intruding steel as her valve contracted. The seeker, so overwhelmed by the erotic sight, followed soon after – the sudden surge of transfluid eliciting a sultry moan from the female. “Foolish woman,” he purred, dealing one last thrust before withdrawing from her exhausted port.
Elita-One felt herself slip into recharge; “…O-Optimus… p-please forgive me…” Starscream replaced his pelvic armor and called for Astrotrain to clean the femme while he tended to the Autobot leader. Standing by the tub of acid, the air commander leered up at the transfer truck; “It’s been a while since I’ve had a virgin, Optimus Prime, and your beloved Elita-One proved very entertaining. Pity she isn’t a seeker…”
“No m-matter… I still… love her.”
Starscream’s handsome features contorted with disgust as he reached for the lever. “Goodbye, Optimus.”
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